Growing up in the streets of Bed-Stuy, it was hard, yo.

While your guns raisin', mine is blazin'.

When I release, you loose teeth.

The hustlers on the corner were my role models.

She used my toothbrush to clean the toilet.

Old school new school need to learn though I burn baby, burn like Disco Inferno Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo Peel more skins than Idaho potato

I'm living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.